By the way – no audio this week, and I couldn’t quite get this one to a hundred words without doing violence to the story, so it’s not entered. Still, go check out the others and write one of your own for next week!
Sarah sets the mug on the diner table. “This is — excuse me — a damn fine cup of coffee.”
Karen looks up from the table, then out the windows holding back the autumn chill. She shivers anyway, drawing her coat around her shoulders. “I bet this is where pies go when they die.” Her voice falters at the last word.
Sarah pulls out her half of the heart necklace. “No backing out now. We’ve got everything — the bird, the plastic-“
“Which of us will be Laura?” Karen’s hands shake the mug, hot liquid tracking across her fingers.
“Why, you, Karen.” Sarah’s smile gets wide. “Damn fine cup of coffee.”